Chapter 8
The Martins got back from Muskegon late Wednesday afternoon, and much to the delight of Kenny and Dorothy, Ranee Martin announced that they would set out for California early Friday morning in the family Buick.
Ranee Martin was forty-four, and in the jewelry business. His attractive shop was on Howard Street near the elevated station, and the business was an extremely lucrative one. His assistant, Ben Salisbury, had eagerly agreed to run the store during the month long vacation which his employer had planned. Lance had a distant cousin in the San Fernando Valley whom he hadn't seen in fifteen years, and several months ago he had a phone call and an invitation to come out to see his cousin and the latter's wife and three children. Since he'd never been to California, it sounded like a great idea.
Ranee was sturdy, not too heavily set, and he didn't have too much of a paunch, considering his mature age. His black hair was only partly streaked with gray, and he had twinkling blue eyes, a strong Roman nose, a firm mouth and chin, and he was about five feet eleven inches in height. The Martins had been married not quite twenty-one years and Ranee's wife Eleanor was still, at thirty-eight, as delicious a morsel of pulchritude as she had been upon her graduation from high school when Ranee had eloped with her in a whirlwind courtship. Her parents had tried to annul the marriage, but when Ranee's father had tactfully persuaded Eleanor's folks that his son sure was going to inherit his jewelry store and a considerable sum of money and had always been a level-headed boy and never sho/ed too much interest in any other girls, they gave in. Insofar as Eleanor Martin was concerned, the happiest day of her life was when she had married Ranee.
He felt the same way. She was five feet six inches in height, and the years and two children had made her even more maturely beautiful. Her hair was the color of newly mown hay, and she wore it in a thick chignon at the back of her head, leaving her nape bare. She had a heart-shaped face, a soft generous and kissable mouth, a dainty nose with just a hint of snub to it, and hazel eyes with very curly thick lashes, and most expressive thin brows arched eloquently. Her skin was a soft carnation-pink-and white, and it went with a figure that was still, though she was two years away from forty, mouthwatering and prick-hardening.
Eleanor Martin's titties were closely spaced together, large cantaloupes with broad brownish-pink circles in whose centers full, ripe, crinkly buds flourished. Her belly was deliciously rounded, and she had always been on a good diet so that she didn't get that bulging midriff that so many wives get after a few years of marriage. Her bellybutton was broad, shallow, and a delicious place for kisses, as Ranee Martin had long ago discovered. It led the way to the lower abdomen's suave curve, where the darker brown curls of her pussyhair began to thrive. Over her plump-lipped cunt, the foliage was quite thick, and it hid the lovelips. Her thighs were round and beautifully proportioned, her calves saucily rounded like a girl's. Her behind comprised two succulently rounded tightly spaced cheeks, the furrow between which was extremely narrow. Her back was beautifully dimpled and deeply hollowed. She had a soft but husky voice that was entrancing, and it always suggested bed to Ranee Martin.
In spite of their many years of marriage, he enjoyed going to bed with her as much as he had their first few months of hot adolescent, blinding passion. Now they were both mature, they knew each other like a book, and a touch or a look could set them off. They could dispense with loveplay; and at the first moment he put his prick into her soft cunt, Eleanor Martin would gasp and feel the welling up of all her amorous tides, and wrap her legs around his thighs and hold onto him with a strangle-grip around his shoulders as she curshed her eager mouth to his and panted, "Oh darling, it's so good, oh give it to me hard and deep, give it to me, all you've got!"
In short, theirs had been a perfect marriage, a union of mind and flesh, and Ranee Martin hadn't really ever strayed from the marital fold. Oh, to be sure, there had been a couple of times when he'd gone to a jewelers' convention in New York and a couple of his friends had hired a couple of expensive callgirls, and he just couldn't turn down the opportunity to have a tasty hundred-dollar piece of pussy. But such interludes just made him come back home all the more passionately eager to fuck his wife.
As for Eleanor Martin herself, he had been her only man. What she knew about fucking had come entirely from him, and she had no yardstick of comparison. True, on her wedding night, as a girl of just past seventeen, she had been a little timid; but theoretically she had known what prick and cunt were and what they meant to each other, and he had been very gentle in breaking through her cherry and giving her a much easier time than she had feared. In her gratitude and her love for him, she had made up for it the next night by meeting his ardor with the most unexpectedly thrilling passionate initiative of her own. She had even reached for his cock and directed it to her pink soft slit, much to his excitement.
Still in all, there were many variations of passion in fucking that Eleanor Martin hadn't tried, simply because her husband had either not known about them or decided that they were a little too bawdy to be used between man and wife. Like so many adult males these days, Ranee Martin had been brought up by rather strict parents who had intimated to him that marriage was for procreation only, and as a result, he had a definite barrier in his mind against trying certain practices. For example, he had never sucked his wife's cunt. Nor, for that matter, had she sucked his cock in return. Thus they had never tried soixante-neuf, and to be sure, he would never dream of buggering her.
But the automobile trip to California was going to broaden Eleanor Martin's education in fucking just as it was going to broaden her husband's. It was also going to broaden the sexual awareness of their grown teenaged children ... the end result of which would be a closely knit family such as rarely exists!